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Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Chapter 117
“Andre?”
Daran frowned. A clear hint of suspicion flickered across his eyes, “If I remember correctly, he is Danton’s son.”
“Foster son.”
Morgana corrected.
“Lance asked his best man Danton to adopt Andre after the former King died. This is a smart move, really. You know, keeping your enemy close.”
Janet still found this hard to believe, “But if Andre is really the former King’s kid, why didn’t Lance kill him? Why bother keeping him close?”
Morgana shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe there are some mysteries about the former
King that Lance hasn’t cracked yet, which made his son useful. Lance never shares his decision- making process with his subordinates. Like why does he keep you guys here? Nobody knows what he is thinking.”
Janet bit her lower lip, pondering.
Morgana was telling the truth. She could feel it
If Andre was really the person that they were looking for, things would become quite
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They made a terrible first impression downstairs.
It would be hard to persuade Andre to help them now.
“Anything thoughts on how to break Andre?” Daran asked, “What is he like? Does he have any weak spots? Anything we can use?”
“Andre is a spoiled little prick, which you have seen for yourself. Danton treated him very nicely over the years. He made sure that Andre had everything, money, women, booze, you name it. You can probably approach him with women-that kid is a dog-but you won’t be able to buy him. He is very close to his foster dad…
“Wait.”
Janet interrupted her, “Andre is close to Danton? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course. Everybody knows it. Danton treats Andre like his own. They have a real connection,” Morgana said firmly.
Janet frowned. She looked uncertain.
Daran noticed her reluctance and he asked, “Why did you ask? Did you notice anything?”
“Well…yeah.’
Janet said slowly while trying hard to recall what she saw earlier.
“When they carried Andre out of the nightclub…and his shirt was loose…I happened to notice some old scars on his body.”
“So? It doesn’t mean anything,” Morgana yawned. “You guys just kicked his ass. It was natural to leave some scars.”
“Ancient. Scars.” Janet stressed.
Morgana froze. After a short pause, she said, “Maybe he bumped into a wall or something-”
“By scars, I meant burn marks and weal.”
The room lapsed into silence.
Everyone was rendered speechless by this.
If Andre was really General Danton’s beloved son, why would there be evidence of physical abuse on his body?
And more importantly, who dared to abuse the General’s son?
Did Danton know about this?
‘Are you sure you saw it right?” Morgana frowned, “Danton adored his son. He would never allow anyone to lay a finger on Andre.”
Janet wanted to say that she was absolutely certain.
Yet when everyone questioned something, she began to question its accuracy herself.
“I…”
Janet paused. Then she shook her head, “Never mind. Maybe I saw it wrong.” Daran rubbed her tensed neck and said, “Don’t worry. We will find a way to confirm it later. For now, we just focus on how to approach Andre.”
Morgana let out a big yawn.
“You mind if I skip this session?” she said idly. “Like you said, we haven’t entered a trustworthy relationship yet.”
Daran nodded. He held Janet’s hand and turned to leave.
Janet glanced at Kass, “Are you coming with us?”
Kass made a funny movement. It seemed as though he wanted to stand up but there was an invisible force dragging him back to his seat.
Morgana leaned over and placed her hand on Kass’s shoulder.
She chuckled, “No. You stay.”
Kass gulped nervously. He seemed even more nervous now than before.
“Are
you sure?” Janet asked Kass again.
She didn’t want Kass to feel that this was a quid pro quo and that he was obligated to do this against his will.
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Kass licked his dry lips uneasily. After a small pause, he gave a small nod to Janet. Morgana giggled, “Attaboy.”
She pecked his cheek. His face was now flaming red.
Janet smiled and left the room with Daran.
The nightclub was as loud and hectic as before. The dancing crowd got even crazier after midnight.
A lot of people recognized Daran and Janet earlier. So they decided to take the back
after midnight.
A lot of people recognized Daran and Janet earlier. So they decided to take the back door instead to avoid unnecessary attention.
On the way, Janet asked Daran, “So how should approach Andre? It would be hard after…what happened tonight.”
“If given another chance, I would still kick his ass. He deserves it,” Daran said coldly. “Making friends with Andre is practically impossible even without our little encounter tonight. We can’t win him over with Danton in the picture.”
Janet sighed.
Daran was right.
The main issue was not with Andre but with Danton.
“Don’t worry about it. You can leave it to me,” Daran said in a soft voice. “If
necessary, I will just abduct that piece of shit to the middle of nowhere and torture an answer out of him.”
Janet smiled briefly.
She was still concerned.
Violence was not a smart move. She didn’t want to go down that road unless they absolutely must.
They arrived at the employee exit. Daran pushed the door open. Yet he froze the next
second.
Janet gave him a questioning look. Daran put his index finger on his lips, gesturing her to keep quiet, and beckoned her to peek through the door crack.
Janet followed his instructions.
Outside of the employee exit was a back alley. A few people were gathered by the
trash bin.
It was Andre and a few guards.
Janet frowned. Shouldn’t Andre have been taken to the hospital already? What was he doing here?
Right at this moment, Andre spoke up. His voice was slightly trembling. It sounded as though he was in a lot of pain.
“H-How much longer?” he asked.
One man checked his watch and said, “Soon. Master Andre.”
Andre breathed heavily, “Y-You should take me to a fucking hospital for fuck’s sake! My bone is fucking broken! How dare you ask me to wait here in a fucking alley!”
The man repeated himself in a respectful yet distant manner, “Very soon. Master Andre.”
Janet exchanged an incredulous look with Daran.
It seemed like Andre was forced to wait for somebody. But who was powerful enough to make Andre wait with a broken leg?
The sound of a car engine came from the distance. A few moments later, a black car. drove into the back alley and stopped in front of Andre.
The passenger door opened up.
A man got off.
It was General Danton.
Andre sat up straighter. There was cold sweat on his forehead.
He looked up at Danton, half-awed, half-afraid, and murmured in a low voice, “…Father.”
Danton let out a light snort.
Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a whip!
With a ripping noise, Danton wielded that wipe and lashed Andre mercilessly!
SPLASH!
A gruesome mark appeared on Andre’s face. Blood rushed down instantly.
Janet opened her mouth in shock. A gasp almost escaped her lips. But Daran clamped her mouth just in time to stifle that gasp.
“Kneel.”
Danton said coldly.
He put a foot on Andre’s broken leg, adding pressure to it. Andre squirmed in pain, which made the wicked smile on Danton’s lips grow wider.
“Fucking kneel for me. You piece of shit,” Danton laughed maliciously.